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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.