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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.