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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.