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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.