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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.