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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.