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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
DNA,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.