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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.