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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.