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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.