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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Spandau Ballet 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.