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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.