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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Wings,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.