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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.