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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.