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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.