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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
CMW,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.