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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.