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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.