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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.