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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Franke,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.