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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.