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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Technova,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.