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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
The Move,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.