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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.