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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.