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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.