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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.