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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.