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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.