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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.