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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.