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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Yaz,
cv313,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.