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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.