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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.