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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Suicide,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.