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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Crime,
The Names,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.