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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.