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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
JFA,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.