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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.