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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.