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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.