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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
cv313,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.