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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Q65,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.