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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 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 Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
PIL,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Skaos,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.