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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.