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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.