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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.