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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.