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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.