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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.