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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roxette to the rock 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
New Order,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.