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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Shoche,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.