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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.