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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.