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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Nas,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.