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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.