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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.