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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Brick,
PIL,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.