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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.