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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.