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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.