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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.