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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.