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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Nas,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.