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 Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.