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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.