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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.