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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Hoover,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.