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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.