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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Mars,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.