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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.