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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.