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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.