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 Peru 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.