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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.