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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.