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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.