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 Australia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.