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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.