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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.