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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.