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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.