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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.