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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.