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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.