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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
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.