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 United States 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.