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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.