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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.