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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.