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 Uruguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.