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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.