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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.