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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.