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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.