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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.