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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.