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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.