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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.