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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Can,
Ice-T,
Television,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.