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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.