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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.