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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.