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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.