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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.