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 Barbados and from London.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
MC5,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.