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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.