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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.