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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.