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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.