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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
PIL,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.