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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Ronan,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.