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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Index,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.