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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.