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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Television,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.