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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.