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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.