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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.