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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon 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?
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.