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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.