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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Crime,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.