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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.