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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Technova 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.