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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Magma,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.