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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Slackers to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.