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 Nicaragua 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.