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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.