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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.