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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.