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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.