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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.