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 India 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.