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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.