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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.