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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Fall to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.