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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.