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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
CMW,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.