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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Gang Green 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.