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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.