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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.