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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Organ,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.