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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.