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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.