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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.