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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.