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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.