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 Burundi 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.