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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.