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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.