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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.