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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.