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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.