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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.