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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Normal to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.