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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.