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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.