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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.