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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.