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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.