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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.