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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Move,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.