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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.