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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Technova,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.