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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.