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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.