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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.