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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.