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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
MC5,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.