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 Guinea 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.