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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.