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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.