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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.