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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.