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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.