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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
The Fugs,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.