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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.