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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.