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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.