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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.