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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.