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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.