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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
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Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.