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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.