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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Television,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.