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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.