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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.