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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.