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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.