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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.