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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.