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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.