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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.