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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.