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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.