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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.