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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.