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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.