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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.