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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Wings,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.