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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.