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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.