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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
The Move,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.