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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Index,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.