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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.