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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.