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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
Ronan,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.