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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Skriet 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.