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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.