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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
The Index,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.