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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The J.B.'s 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.