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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.