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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.