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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Slackers to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.