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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.