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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.