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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.