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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.