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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.