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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.