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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.