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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.