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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.