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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.