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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.