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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.