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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.