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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
PIL,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.