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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Television,
MC5,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.