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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.