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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Wings,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.