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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.