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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.