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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.