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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.