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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.