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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.