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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.