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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
ABC,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.