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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.