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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.