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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.