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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.