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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Q65,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Television,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.