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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.