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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.