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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.