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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.