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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.