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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.