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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.