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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.