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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.