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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Swans,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Unwound,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.