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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.