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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.