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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.