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 Thailand 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.