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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Faust,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.