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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fall to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.