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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.