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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.