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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.