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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.