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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.