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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.