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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.