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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.