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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.