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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Swans,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.