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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.