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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.