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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.