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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.