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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.