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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
John Holt,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.