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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.