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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.