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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.