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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.