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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.