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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.