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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Magma,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.