Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.