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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.