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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.