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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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?
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.