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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.