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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.