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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.