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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.