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 States and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Rekid,
The Move,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.