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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.