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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Mars,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
John Holt,
the Germs,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.