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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.