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 Lithuania 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.