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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.