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 Morocco and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Gong,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.