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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
CMW,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Organ,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
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.