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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.