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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.