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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.