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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.