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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.