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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.