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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.