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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.