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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.