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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.