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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.