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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.