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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.