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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.