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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Agitation Free 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
MC5,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.