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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Kas Product,
Can,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.