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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.