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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
MC5,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.