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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Fear,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Gong,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.