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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.