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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.