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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Brick,
Make Up,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.