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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.