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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.