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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.