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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Nas,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Darondo,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.