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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.