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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.