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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.