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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.