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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.