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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Franke,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.