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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.