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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.