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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.