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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.