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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.