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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Pole,
Nas,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.