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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.