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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.