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 Ethiopia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.