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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.