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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.