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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.