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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.