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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.