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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Slave,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert 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.