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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.