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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.