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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Television,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.