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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.