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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.