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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Names,
This Heat,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.