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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.