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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.