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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Television,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.