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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.