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 Austria 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Excepter,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.