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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.