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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.