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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.