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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.