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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.