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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.