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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Skaos,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.