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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.