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 Niger 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Pole,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.