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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.