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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.