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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.