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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.