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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.