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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.