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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.