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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Index,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.