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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.