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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.