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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Move to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.