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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.