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 Brunei 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
MDC,
Fear,
This Heat,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.