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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.