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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.