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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.