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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.