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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.