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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Can,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.