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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
CMW,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.