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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Index,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.