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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Gang Green,
CMW,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.