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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Fall,
PIL,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.