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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Can,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.