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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.