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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
the Association,
The Gories,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.