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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.