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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Wings to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Gong,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.