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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.