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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.