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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
UT,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.