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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.