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 Togo 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Can,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.