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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.