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 Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Visage,
Nas,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Pylon,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.