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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Faust,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.