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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.