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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.