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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
X-101,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.