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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.