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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.