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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.