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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Names,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.