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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.