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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.