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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.