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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.