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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rock 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.