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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.