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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.