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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.