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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Can,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.