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 Canada and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.