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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.