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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.