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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.