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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.