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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.