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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.