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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.