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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.