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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.