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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Franke,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.