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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.