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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.