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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.