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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.