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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.