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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.