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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.