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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.