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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.