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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Slave,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.