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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.