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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.