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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.