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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 K-Klass 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Television,
June Days,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.