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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 David McCallum to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.