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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.