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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.