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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 the Germs to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.