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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.