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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.