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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.