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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.