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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.