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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.