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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Monks,
Nas,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.