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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.