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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Magma,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.