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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.