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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.