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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.