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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.