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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.