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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
New Order,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.