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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Association to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
World's Most,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.