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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.