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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Swans,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Wire,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.