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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.