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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Malaria!,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.