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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.