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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Mars,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.