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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.