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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.