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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.