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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.