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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.