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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.