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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.