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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.