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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.