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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.