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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.