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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.