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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.