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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.