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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The Move,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.