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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.