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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.