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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
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.