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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.