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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Skarface,
10cc,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.