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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.