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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.