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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.