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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Brick,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.