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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Technova,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.