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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.