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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Faust,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.