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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.