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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.