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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.