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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.