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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.