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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.