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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.