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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.