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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.