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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.