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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.