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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.