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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu 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 dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Brick,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.