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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.