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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Franke,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.