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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Visage,
World's Most,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.